Besides, I only just had a session with Janeane yesterday and my libido was not that high that night. I continued to pound her for another good ten mi...nutes. "Oh my God! Oh. Fuck....... ". She was screaming. I was too absorbed in it to notice just how many orgasms she had had. By the time I exploded inside mom, I noticed that her hands and legs were limp and were not holding or clutching any parts of my body. she was just brething hard and her face was flushed and sweaty. Her eyes were closed. She said his jaw dropped when he saw her. Her favourite part of this she said was when she was riding him reverse cowgirl she bent forward and looked between her legs, her little tartan skirt was bunched round her waist and she got a good view of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Another time I suggested she answer the door wearing a fur coat, heels and nothing else. This guy must have thought he some kind stud, a married woman dressing up for him, sucking and fucking him, then sending. He took me in his arms and we made love again. It was a sweet and tender coupling this time. There was none of the pent up desires or overpowering hunger of our earlier lovemaking. I think that we both wanted to stretch out what little time we had together. Though it may have been somewhat less aggressive, it was none the less just as incredible. We slept that night in each other’s arms. I had wanted to stay awake all night and just enjoy having my husband here with me, but I succumbed to sleep. Fir mene us kaha ki meri ek shart hai, wo boli ki kya shart hai apkimene+ kaha ki me teri pehle gand maru ga. Wo boli ki aap ne abhi ungali dali thi dehka than a kitni tight hai aur apka itna mota aur bada hai me to mar jaungi.Mene kaha ki dekh le ya to muje gand dede ya fir me chut bhi nahi marunga, wo boli chalo par aaram se karma aur mene usse ghumaya aur wo jhuk gayi mene khaha ki nahi tu sidhi khadi reh isse jada maja aaye ga (wo mujese hight me choti thi) usse pta tha ki isse use bohut.